You were more than just a dog.
A true and faithful friend.
I used to laugh at words like that.
Until now, as I write your epitaph.
You had such a sense of humor. A cold nose on bare skin.
A big paw slapping us, with even a bigger grin.
A big furry head in my lap at just the wrong time.
With those big beautiful blue eyes staring up at me, come on dad it's time.
For play or outside or for food or for snacks.
It really didn't matter they were just fun attacks.
I am so glad we played together that last day. When it was time you left your pillow in the living room and lay down on the cool kitchen floor. Just the way you looked at me and then slowly walked to the kitchen I felt it was time. You lay there and quietly let us know you were leaving. I decided to try to take you to the vet. But as always you chose the time and place. I carried you to the truck and laid you inside. Jan sat in the back with you to comfort you on the ride. We were halfway to the vet when Jan quietly said you had gone.
You gave so much and asked for so little. I can’t believe you are gone.
The sharp pain in my heart will slowly dull with time
and be filled with the love I remember we shared.